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Madman! He squats on my shoulder with icy paws and poison claws. Paranoise, |
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annoys, destroys his toys and tries to fix them. But his world is made of |
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powder taken neatly with a straw, and though he knows he's getting weaker - |
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he just takes it more and more. Sores are creeping on his skin, there's |
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desperation in his eyes. Because he knows he'll never win - he lost it all. |
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Surprise! Surprise! Madman's prize lays in the gutter where he'll mutter |
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empty threats but I'll pass him on his blind side - try my hardest to |
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forget. |
